Today is the last day my Dategirl column will run in the Seattle Weekly. I can't even believe it lasted for thirteen years, but there you go. I think it was often funny, sometimes embarrassing to read later on, but always something I was proud to do, even though at this late age, it would probably be more appropriate to call it Datehag. At least I won't have that super-skinny caricature reminding me how fat I am every week!
People keep asking me what I'm going to do next, but I'm just going to keep doing what every freelancer does—keep hustling more work. Looking for gigs is a fulltime job and while working for an alternative newsweekly had its perks, it wasn't keeping me in Louboutins. Not that I'd be able to walk in Louboutins anyway, but you get my drift.
As I attempted to tell my boyfriend this morning, it's not just losing a job, it's losing a FUN job that hurts. I do plenty of un-fun stuff to make money, but this was one of those all-too-rare jobs that was actually like getting paid to have a good time. I guess I was lucky to have it for as long as I did. Onward!